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Sometimes goodbye is a second chance
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Friday, 15 Jun 2012, 8:28 PM | Message # 31 |
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| Fajra took in a huge gasp of air as she surfaced from the water. Her lungs felt like they were filled with shards of glass. For awhile, she didn't say anything. She just seemed to have shut down. She hid her face against his shoulder, not trusting her eyes on the water. Her headache had not dissipated with the phantoms, but it wasn't as intense, and soon it would pass. She didn't know how to explain what happened. It was almost easier to pretend it was the Algarian Madness, then explain that she was seeing dead people.
"I was just checking your response time," she said, choosing to tell a lie, but she knew better. "I wish it were that simple," she admitted after a long pause. "Thank you," she said, softly adding "I owe you one.You name it."
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Sunday, 01 Jul 2012, 8:25 PM | Message # 32 |
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| While holding her, he began swimming back towards the beach. Even though she was telling him that it was a test, everything felt wrong about what had just happened. Whether or not she would admit it was to be seen, and he surely didn't know what had happened; just that she had called out his name and seemingly sunk like a rock. He finishing words however, seemed to verify his belief, but he carried on regardless. He was silent as he swam, still holding her, all the way to the beach. Once they were both on there, he looked down at his trousers, which would probably need to be replaced, before speaking to her.
"I'll hold off on the favor. For now. However, if this," he said while motioning towards his pants and the ocean in one motion, "was an elaborate ruse to get me into a position where it would perfectly justifiable for me to be down to my underwear, or naked even, you could've just said so." He looked at her with a wry smile and mischievous glint in his eye. The alcohol was finally taking a bit of effect, not changing his thoughts or perceptions, but seeming to open him up and make him more daring.Added (01 Jul 2012, 8:25 PM)
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Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 03 Jul 2012, 10:56 AM | Message # 33 |
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| She sprawled out on the beach, her fingers and toes wiggling into the sand. Her eyes, bright with curiosity, watched as he motioned towards his pants and the ocean. A ripple of soft laughter escaped her parted lips, causing her hands to cover her abdomen. "I could have," she said, her hands tugging at the fabric of her shirt. "Besides...who goes swimming with their pants on?" She said, her slender brows rising high over her eyes.
"Again, I wish it were that simple," she said, pulling her knees into her chest, and wrapping her arms around. "A few years ago...I overdosed on Carsunum. When I woke, I was told that my heart stopped beating, but that I was revived a few minutes afterward. I also learned that I had a miscarriage...I didn't even know I was pregnant. I couldn't see past my heartache. It consumed me in a way that I didn't really understand what happened. I didn't care. He left me. That's all I could think about."
After a moments pause of silence, she continued, her gaze fixated on the ocean. "I don't deserve a second chance. I haven't changed. You could hand me Spice now, and I wouldn't turn it away. The only thing that's changed is why I would use it now. Like my mother. I am Force sensitive. For the longest time I pretended otherwise. After what happened to me...I started to see things. At first I brushed it off, blaming the cause of my hallucinations as a result of stress. But it got worse. Corulag. Algarian. I didn't just see people that should be dead. I've been able to experience things in the Campaign that I'm not present for. It feels as though it's happening to me. The drugs...it almost makes it bearable."
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Sunday, 08 Jul 2012, 4:15 PM | Message # 34 |
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| "Apparently, I do," he said, smiling at her, with a light chuckle working its way out of him. After a moment of consideration, he opened his belt and tugged his pants off of his body, leaving him lying on the beach in nothing but his skivvies. Like her, he dug himself into the sand, it beginning to stick to his wet body. At this point, he felt it was up to debate on which one was overdress, depending on what she had on underneath her Academy shirt. He couldn't help but consider the possibilities.
His train of thought seemingly derailed at her revelation. He certainly didn't see it coming. "So, you're Force sensitive, huh? You know, I could get some pretty substantial rewards for turning you into the Inquisitors..." he said, moving to where he was resting on his elbows while lying next to her. He didn't let the moment hang too long, as he didn't want her to go into a freak out. "I obviously won't. You just showed, intentional or not, how much you trust me. Or how carefree you are. Either way, I'm not about to betray you... I've been protecting you, for some reason, for this long; I'm not going to stop now."
"I'm sorry to hear about the miscarriage. It's a sad event, no matter the circumstances. While you think otherwise, you have changed. The fact that your reason has changed, shows that you, too, have changed. It's less that you do things and more how you do things, and how it effects you. If you can use spice, and keep serving, go for it. I'd offer you a cigarette as an alternative right now, except they are floating somewhere out there..." he said pointed to the sea, laughing as he did so. After a moment, he became somber again. "Anybody deserves a second chance, no matter who they are. Sometimes, our second chance doesn't quite begin when we think it does." He paused for a long moment, before turning her and smiling. "I see ghosts."
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 10 Jul 2012, 12:05 PM | Message # 35 |
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| For a split second, anger flashed within her amber eyes. "You could," she said, her words matching how she was feeling in that moment. As he continued, her features did relax a little bit, but she was still tense. "If it's credits you want. I have more to offer than some, reward," she said, a bitter smile present on her lips. "What the Inquisitor's know, I do not. But my Force sensitivity has already been reported. Trust doesn't come easy for me. Don't make me regret it."
She started to trace shapes into the sand, nothing that resembled anything in particular, but it was helping her sort through her feelings. "I wasn't ready to be a mother. I'm not sure I will ever be. I can barely take care of myself," she said, sweeping her arm across the sand, destroying any trace of her work. "Thanks, but I quit smoking. I still have the urge to light one up...among other things," she said, a smile now tugging at the corners of her lips. "Do you now? Perhaps I should beat you to it, and turn you into the Inquisitors."
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Tuesday, 10 Jul 2012, 9:47 PM | Message # 36 |
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| "You won't regret trusting me, that I'll swear to you," he said, noticing her change in mood. He didn't tell the greatest jokes, as he was not a funny person, nor social for that matter. In fact, the entire evening was very unlike him, as he was normally a closed off, quiet person. It seemed that she actually opened him up, which he had never experienced. What was odd to him was, that while he recognized this, he thought nothing of it. Whether this meant something or was just random occurrence was something that he would have to think upon, but thinking was honestly foregone for the evening. Right now, he was living in the moment... something had hadn't done in a very long time.
"Feel free to turn me in... I still think I'm just crazy or hallucinating." He laid down in the sand now, bringing his hands behind his head now, while sprouting his feet out from under the sand in a slow a deliberate motion. "If I am Force sensitive, that would be a first for the family, I think. Although my mother is descended from from a Jedi, I think... but that's the Echani side. The Karaths... we have a... difficult... relationship with the Jedi. That I'm more familiar with. Our family has felt the need to prove its loyalty for thousands of years thanks to one man who betrayed the Republic. If there were any Jedi from that side of my family, I don't know of them. I was told though that it's just as much genetics as it is random chance," he said, looking up at the stars and considering the possibility of Force sensitivity. He hadn't experienced anything new or revealing, no extraordinary powers per se. It did perhaps manifest itself in his extreme martial ability, similar to how some Jedi had the Force make them unmatched pilots. Time would tell how, exactly, sensitive he was; that is if he were, he could still be just crazy.
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Sunday, 15 Jul 2012, 9:05 PM | Message # 37 |
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| "That's how it starts. You doubt yourself. I did it for years. What I experienced as a child, my father redirected, and for awhile I didn't think much of it. I became exceptionally good at dueling. You could say that Lord Merav did not approve, and I was very good at not listening," she said with a mischievous grin on her face. "I don't want to be Force sensitive. I don't want any part of it. I just want to be a normal girl. But I guess that's kind of impossible, considering I'm a Force sensitive...noble born...female Stormtrooper." She tried to force a smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
"If you really are Force sensitive. Forget it. I have not yet faced the Inquisitors, and I don't know why. I'm not sure I want to know. As long as I'm still valuable to the Empire...I don't think I'm in danger, but the moment I am no longer useful..." She didn't finish the sentence, instead she drew an X into the sand. "I was born to lose Commando," she said, while moving to stand. She ran her hands across her arms and legs, brushing off a good layer of sand. "Algarian will be my last Campaign. That's what I saw tonight," she said as she turned away, her form retreating back towards her home.
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| Orion_Karath | Date: Thursday, 26 Jul 2012, 11:38 PM | Message # 38 |
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| He looked at her attempt to smile, and while not giving recognition to the failure, he did not react either. He listened to her, and when she walked away, he rose from the sand and followed, brushing himself off as he went. By the time he had reached the back of the house, he was, mostly, clean of the sand. Without shower, it would probably be several days, however, until he was truly rid of it. In the back of his mind, he was thinking of the fact that he was currently walking around in his underwear, with a now ruined dress uniform strewn across a beach or in the sea. He knew salvaging it was pointless now, and resigned to the fact that he would walk into the garrison on Estalle Island in his underwear, whenever he was to return. It was still too early to tell where this would go.
"You know, not to be contrarian, but some might disagree and say you were born to win. Other than being a woman, you are the ideal Imperial, if the dissenters are to be believed. Yeah, you have your faults... everyone does, but you're still a good officer, a good Imperial. You may feel like you were born to fail, but I see nothing but success possible for you; you just need someone to guide you towards that success, whoever it may be in whatever way it needs to be done." Once they were at the rear entry back into the house, he grabbed her by the arm and turned her towards him, pulling her close to her body. His grip was very gentle, although there was no telling what her reaction would be with consideration to the events on Corulag. Were she not to rip away, his eyes would be locked into hers, revealing a passion that he hadn't shown before; he genuinely cared for her.
"Someone wise once told me that the future is never truly set until it is the past of the present. Anything can change what may happen tomorrow. We can't go around trying to predict things, or influence tomorrow... Force or not. What matters is today and making the most of it. No one truly knows when they'll die, even the most powerful of Jedi. All we can do is get the most we can out of each day we make it."
Major Orion "Reaper" Karath
Imperial Army
Special Actions Group
Hero of the Empire
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